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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

SACRED DESERT

sacred desertit took me less than an hourto pack my thingsand head out of townLas Vegasthat mindfuck in the desertbut then it took me more than two hoursof bumper to bumperto get past the Hoover Damand down onto 93which was open and freeopen and freejust like the surrounding landscapeand I hauled alongthinking, “goddamn beautiful.it’s so goddamn beautiful out here.”the ageless one shop townsthe faded billboardsretreating back into the earththe scrub and broken rockthe dry air and the blue skythe valleys that sink beneath youand the mountains on the horizon, whichif you ever reachwill slice you opena place as pure as death.then my friend calls me on my cell phone and I answer it but don’t say, “I can’t talk because I’m driving.”instead I say, “not right now, man. I’mwatching the desert pass before my eyesand it seems to be something very sacred.”

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About Me

Jackson Warfield was born in a small town in New Hampshire on a dead end road. He has traveled widely and worked a variety of jobs, from digging ditches to walking dogs. He writes for entertainment, his own and others.